Page 93 of Bound in Vengeance
But she shakes her head, her jaw set with a fierce, beautiful determination. The pressure of her hands mounts as she firmly pushes against my weight again, pinning me down.
"Lie down, Alessandro," she whispers, her voice an absolute, unyielding command.
I give in, letting my back sink completely against the bed.
The moment I submit, she leans over me. She buries her face in the crook of my neck, kissing the sensitive skin there, sucking it hard enough that I know it’ll leave a dark mark. I gasp, my fingers gripping the bedsheets as her mouth trails a burning path down to my chest.
She finds my nipples, swirling her tongue around them before sucking them into her warm mouth. A sharp, undone sound escapes my lips. My hips instinctively twitch upward, my hands leaving the sheets to bury themselves in her hair.
Her mouth keeps moving down, mapping the hard lines of my stomach, kissing her way past my navel and down to my inner thighs. The soft brush of her breath against my skin makes my entire body shudder. I have never, in my entire life, been this exposed. I have never been this vulnerable with anyone else. I am the Don. I am the one who commands, the one who inflicts pleasure or pain. But tonight, for some reason I can't even begin to comprehend, I am completely enjoying the surrender.
I am still trying to process the sheer, terrifying weight of letting her see me like this when she leans up and wraps her wet lips right over the bulbous head of my cock.
The thought instantly shatters. My entire brain goes completely empty, wiped clean of strategy, shadows, and war, replaced by nothing but pure, blinding pleasure. The world outside this bedroom ceases to exist.
She sucks my cock with a desperate, heavy hunger, her throat wrapping tightly around me, and it is easily the most intense, pleasurable thing I have ever felt in my life.
White-hot heat surges straight to my gut, and my hands instantly wrap in her hair, my fingers tangling in the dark strands. Every instinct screaming inside my head tells me totake control, to grip her face and ruthlessly push myself into her mouth, to claim the pleasure exactly how I want it.
But I force myself to hold back. I anchor my hands at the base of her neck, gently holding her, and as much as I want to lose my mind and thrust into her, I don't. I let her find the rhythm herself. I let her guide us, listening to the soft, wet sounds filling the dark room, riding the agonizingly perfect wave of pleasure she is completely orchestrating.
She sucks for another brutal, agonizing minute until the pressure in my groin builds into a roaring tidal wave. I’m seconds away from coming right in her mouth, the control slipping completely out of my hands.
Before I can cross the point of no return, I grip her waist, pull myself out of her warmth, and roll us over in one fluid, heavy motion. In a second, the tables are turned, and her back is pinned firmly against the mattress beneath me.
Sienna lets out a frustrated, needy groan, her hips arching off the bed as she looks up at me with dark, blown-out pupils. "Alessandro, come on..."
I don’t respond. I don't give her a single word. Instead, I lower my head and ruthlessly suck her nipple into my mouth, biting down just enough to make her gasp.
She screams into the quiet bedroom, her fingers clawing frantically at my back, burying her nails into my skin. "Alessandro! I want you inside me, please... please."
Ignoring her pleas for just a moment longer, my hand travels slowly down the smooth line of her stomach, tracking the heat of her skin until my fingers slip between her thighs to touch her. She is so fucking wet for me, dripping and completely unraveled. I pull my hand back up, locking eyes with her in the dark as I deliberately lick her sweet taste off my fingers.
Sienna whimpers, pushed past her absolute limit. Reaching down between our tangled bodies, she grips my cock with a trembling hand and lines the swollen head directly up to the entrance of her heat.
I don't wait another second. I lean my weight forward and push myself all the way inside her in one deep, possessive stroke. We both groan together, a raw, united sound of pure, overwhelming relief vibrating through the dark.
Our movement is soft and deeply sensual. There is no rush, no anger, just the quiet intensity of two people holding onto each other in the dark. I move inside her with slow, heavy strokes, burying myself deep within her warmth while our mouths melt together in a long, breathless kiss.
We hold each other tight, our chests pressed flush against one another, feeling the frantic, synchronized hammering of our hearts.
With the sheer emotional weight of the night hanging over us, it’s no surprise that neither of us lasts long. The friction builds rapidly, a sweet, agonizing heat that takes over my lower stomach until I lose the rhythm completely.
Sienna cries out into my mouth, her body clamping down around mine in a tight, pulsing release, and the sensation shatters the last of my restraint. I grunt, driving deep into her one final time as my own climax tears through me, hot and completely undoing.
As we finally come down from our high, our breathing ragged in the quiet bedroom, I don't pull away. I roll to the side, taking her with me, and hold her tight against my chest. The sheer depth of my feelings for this woman completely overwhelms me, settling behind my ribs like a permanent weight.
I fucking hate Massimo Caruso. The bastard is a monster, and I would kill him in a heartbeat without an ounce of regret for what he did to her. But as I look down at Sienna resting peacefully against my chest, her hand curled over my heart, a dark, undeniable truth hits me.
The only reason I would ever tolerate the fact that the man breathes is because he gave me Sienna. Out of all the blood, betrayal, and darkness in my world, she is the only good thing in my life. And I will burn the entire city to the ground before I let anyone take her away from me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
SIENNA
I wake up the next morning feeling the best I have ever felt in my entire life. There is a permanent smile plastered on my face, the morning sun streaming through the heavy curtains to warm my skin. The lingering, sweet ache between my thighs serves as a beautiful reminder of last night.
A few feet away from the bed, Alessandro is standing completely naked, his back to me. It seems he’s just stepped out of the shower, his dark hair still damp, and he's in the middle of getting dressed. I stay perfectly still under the covers, propping my chin on my hands to watch him pull on a pair of dark, tailored trousers and then a crisp white shirt, effortlessly rolling the sleeves up his tensed forearms. He is a ridiculously sexy man, and a fierce surge of pride hits my chest. He’s all mine.
